"You're already wet. I could claim you. Didn't you say
you wanted to have an orgasm, that it was torture?" Malik's words came out
low and sinister. Clover suddenly regretted ever wanting an orgasm, or at least
telling him so.

She held her breath. Oh
God. He's going to take me.
Clover fought harder and he let her break away. His laughter filled the air
between them. Her chest heaved with fear, her breath coming in hard gasps.

"However, it wouldn't satisfy me little morsel. You
could never please me properly." He walked past her laughing as he went to
his lab to make more human potions.

Steele Your Soul:

He
coaxed her lips apart for the briefest of moments before her hand came up and
landed a stinging blow to his cheek. Amused, Joren laughed, a full belly laugh.
The kind of thing he hadn't done in ages. The lass was a feisty one; he'd give
her credit. And oh so pretty when angered. Her cheeks had flushed a dark shade
of pink, and her brown eyes darted all over the ship, anywhere but on his. He
rubbed his cheek. She had a solid swing. He licked his lips to savor the sweet
taste of her mouth.

"How
dare you!"

"How dare I? Oh, elfess, I dare
all the damn time. I'm a pirate." He wanted to scoop her up and haul her off
to his bed. But he wasn't the kind of elf who took advantage in such a way—no,
she'd come to him instead. He might even play hard to get. But she would come.

A Hint of Cayenne:

Hawthorn
stood before her. Dark hooded eyes, broad shoulders filling up the space, and
every bit the male she had seen a few hours ago. A jar of honey in his hand.

"What
are you...how could––"

"I
find you?" His voice rolled out calm and deep, slipping over her and
moistening her panties.

"Yes.
Find me." She swallowed. She looked at the jar of honey and back to him.
His gaze bore into hers, and she averted her eyes opening the door. "Come
in."

He
walked over the threshold, his boots thumping softly on the floor. "I have
a knack for finding the things I'm after." He grinned.

Cocky
bastard. She shut the door and crossed her arms. "And what are you doing
here?" Inside, butterflies tossed in her stomach. She wanted him to say
he'd come for her but, at the same time, was terrified at the thought of
hearing him say it. Her mind jumped from one side to the other. Her hands
fisted shirt where he couldn't see.

"I
told you I'd find you." He took one long stride toward her. "We left
things a little..." He took another step, and she backed up until she hit
the wall. "Steamy." His voice dropped so low she barely heard the
last word. Her heart hammered at her ribcage.

"What...ah."
She cleared her throat. "What do you want?"

Thorn
put his free hand on the wall beside her, and she melted into him. How had he
gotten so elfing good at teasing her? "I want you of course," he
said, his lips barely above hers.

A Whisper of Rue:

"Rue, you can call me every name in your pretty little
head but it won't change anything. Afraid you're stuck with me, and your
decisions will affect everything. But you're stubborn and you won't see things
my way instantly. You'll need proof. I understand. But don't say I didn't warn
you," he stated.

Proof of what? He was playing games with her and she wasn't
in the elfing mood. He had no right to come in her home. No right to make
demands on her. No right to invade every inch of her privacy. She wanted the
earpiece out. Why'd she have to get all curious and put the stupid thing in to
begin with? Her mother always said her curiosity would lead her to trouble one
day and Rue had the dreadful sense that today was that day. "I don't know
why you chose me to do whatever it is you need. Probably something horrible.
But quit fucking around and remove the spell."

"You want it removed?"

"Yes." She hissed the word. Her anger bubbled
inside threatening to tear her apart, mainly because she couldn't see the man
attempting to control her.